Anastasia

Si la Juventud supiera.

Remember, Anastasia love,

The eventide there at the beach,

My heart is an open message to you,

Your fingers in my hand?

The moonlight caressed the sea,

The sea, the beach-still burning -

And we what else could we do?

Can we ever misremember that?

Cherie Anastasia, you forgot

The lesson in Afrikaans?

The best language we knew,

The time in old Spain

And to my happiness secret

Were you the golden sun;

“Siempre el Amor “ was our interpreter;

Remember Anastasia?

Sweet Anastasia, you can still remember

Our time of pleasant freshness?

The mind with its oceans azure,

Your eyes shone cerulean in it?

The deep green pine forest

Was love celebration -

Love Cafe, the youth of gold,

And you-you to come again!

And, Anastasia, you still remember

The sanctuary of the Swan?

The ocean and the innocent laugh

At the blazing summer moon?

Bank of roses, we represent two

(Was it a fantasy — who knows?)

White Swans on the Living Sea -

Can we ever overlook that?

But once in a lifetime

Love unmatched; My garden flower

Absolute miracle rose.

Despair, unfortunately, my garden’s splendour -

Removed by the cheerless brook -

The foolishness blows my soul at night

And find me with my fantasy.

Oh, lips still giggling!

Oh, hearts that pound!

Still, shapes are ever-young

From the past.

“Siempre el Amor-Anastasia…” sing

Thoughts now scorching;

On fields of remembrance

Purple cherry bloom!